Midnight Rainbow (Enid x Wednesday thru Enid's POV)

i'm the gossip, it's me (E1)

A few months earlier...

I'm not sure whose inspired idea it was to put hundreds of adolescent outcasts in a gloriously gothic school run by people whose most traumatic core memories were made attending said school years ago, but I admire their penchant for drama.

My name is Enid Sinclair, and I am the self-appointed Queen of Secrets of Nevermore Academy. Basically, I read Harriet the Spy approximately one million times when I was eleven, tucked in my bed while the rest of my family was wolfing out under the full moon. Also, gossip is my love language.

Which of Nevermore's esteemed faculty has a secret lower back tattoo?

How does Xavier Thorpe make his hair so fluffy?

What exactly did I catch Bianca Barclay and Yoko Tanaka doing in the greenhouse?

Keep reading. I'll tell you.

Today is different, though. Today, the gossip involves ME, and I wasn't even the first to know about it, which is a very serious and embarrassing matter.

See, I woke up from eight hours of beauty rest, not to my Hello Kitty alarm clock, but to a text from Yoko, saying,

hey, i heard ur getting a new roommate today

Can you imagine the high key emotional distress that vibrated through my body upon receiving such a text? But, whatever, emotion equals strength. If you channel it correctly, it's the cornerstone of the perfect mind-body-spirit trifecta. I just needed to pull myself together. So, I took some deep yoga breaths until my heart felt calm and sunshiny again. I got ready at light speed while still trying to make myself adorable enough for my roommate meet-cute.

A new roommate!

Mid-year!!

CAN YOU BELIEVE?!?!

I'd always wanted a roommate so we could do mani/pedis and talk about which boys and/or girls we like and share our most heartfelt feelings and dreams and become best friends for the rest of our lives. And today it was finally happening!

I'm not about to confess to Yoko that I was totally clueless until she told me, so I text back an ambiguous, FREAKING OUT OMGOMG, as I skip across campus from Ophelia Hall to the administration office.

It's time to get some answers. The door to the admin office is already open, and I bound inside. I have very important, nay, life-changing reconnaissance work to do, and with my perky personality and wide blue eyes, I am able to sweet-talk people like no other. I slam my hand down on the office lady's desk, causing her to jump.

"I want a name!"

Oops. Sometimes my enthusiasm gets in the way of said sweet-talking abilities.

The office lady appears perplexed. "Um. Your file would suggest you already have one?"

I smile bigger when what I really want to do is roll my eyes so hard they get stuck. "No, I mean my roommate's name! Who is she? What do you know about her? Is that her file, because that's a really big file? Oh! Did she do something bad to get transferred mid-semester? DOES IT INVOLVE BLOOD OATHS?"

The office lady looks vaguely concerned about my mental state and pulls the file closer to her protectively. (It's like she can tell I'm thinking of running away with it. How do they always know?!)

I wait her out. Same bright smile. Same wild blue eyes.

Her eyes dart from side to side. But it's no use. There is no escaping me and my relentless quest for information. I'm bubbly but tenacious. Glittery but headstrong.

"Wednesday Addams," she finally says. (Grudgingly.)

"VICTORY IS MINE!!!" I squeal.

And I run out of the office and into the first day of the rest of my life.